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This is Gyaba – my first dnd character. She's a mischievous old witch with a creaky laugh, a familiar crow named Kracotca, and a past full of mysteries. She lost her memory, and now she's trying to regain it back

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today's character: ilikan hornbreaker vuma-kalathi

i don't have much about her yet other than she is a goliath fighter, encountered a very small and fragile kenku necromancer in a bar, swore to protect him, and now they're dating. she's nearly 8 feet tall, stoic, bad at emotions. her kenku boyfriend is named bonerattle, he's my irl girlfriend's character and she wanted a partner for him. hornbreaker finds him fascinating and so delicate that protecting him was sure to be a good challenge. sometimes she will scoop him up and carry him like a baby. she's generally quiet, values actions over words, and is not afraid to get her hands dirty. her main weapon is a battleaxe and her fighting type is protection. her background is a cobbled together combo of folk hero and soldier.

okay so it’s character time again

today’s characters are neon and maro, a pair of nonbinary badass npcs in the campaign that i finally started running today.

this is neon. they’re a nymph, dress in all black, can be found in the bar chatting with their friend. they’re an aromantic lesbian who takes no shit and is just generally too cool for everyone. also they wear platform boots that make them like six and a half feet tall, which is only three inches taller than their natural height. sometimes, they can be seen riding around the city on a motorcycle or in the alley having a smoke.

this is maro. they’re neon’s best friend, almost always together, naturally just over six feet tall. maro is a dryad, but their tree is burnt down. they wear all red, also ride a motorcycle, and smoke more than neon does. they’re an ace lesbian of few words and no bullshit. if they like you, they’ll say. if they want you gone, they will tell you to go away. they’re that kinda person.

thank you so much for the wonderful art!

this character is fenrys “fenn” juneberry, a halfling bard and ex-soldier.

his headband is a scrap of his army’s banner, the pack on his side is a bag of tricks. he took up life as a bard as a way to leave his past behind.

he tends to take things either too seriously or not at all, no in between. he wields a longsword.

don’t have much of a backstory for him yet but i do love him dearly.

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Character Showcase: Reaver!

been a while since i did one of these, so today i’m gonna talk about one of my old characters. he is a tiefling bard of the folk hero background.

before reaver set out adventuring, he was a woodworker. he grew up in the small town of braenar with his mother and younger sister (who i will talk more about later) and a few close friends. he made instruments, crafting his own lute, and gave performances in the local tavern from time to time. reaver was also quite good with children, sometimes being the only one to get particularly stubborn kids to sleep. he received a dream from a sorceress who had once passed through town, asking for his assistance, and so he set off for adventure.

his younger sister, yamaia, is a blacksmith, fierce and fiery in every sense. she loves to poke fun at her brother, but cares for him deeply. frequently, she wishes he wasn’t so soft as it opens him up to pain time and time again. but she knows she can’t change him, so she does her best to protect him when she can. she still lives in braenar, though she sometimes will travel elsewhere to deliver her goods.

this brings us to corrin.

corrin is a leatherworker and reaver’s childhood sweetheart. more than that, they were engaged before reaver decided to go adventuring. corrin wouldn’t come with him, though reaver asked him many times. they ended up splitting, rather bitterly, and reaver doesn’t think he could face corrin again. needless to say, yamaia doesn’t like him all that much.

after reaver left braenar, he met up with the sorceress, as well as the others she had called. he got a bit distracted by the festivities happening, perhaps more than a bit. to be fair, the other folks wandered off to play games and such, he just got pulled in to something else. well, someone else.

meet alice. she was meant to play at the festival, but her band got attacked on the way there. the other members fled and she was left on her own trying to gather other musicians to play with in a desperate attempt to make things work. she approached reaver and he, ever one to help, agreed. so they set out to find another, stumbling across an elven man with a drum.

he was not a musician, though he pretended to be one because he saw the opportunity for money. he introduced himself as yelboros, and of course reaver was smitten near instantly.

the performance was overall quite good, though yelboros was not particularly skilled. alice and reaver played beautifully together and the crowd loved them.

i don’t have much in the middle, but i do know reaver fell hard and fast for both of them because he’s an absolute puppy of a man. i like to think that they stayed in touch while reaver adventured for a while, growing ever closer. eventually, once he settles back down, i could see him going out with them. basically, i want him to settle down someday with his partners and live happily in a cottage or something somewhere.

two characters for the price of one! torrid sinclair and hope

so torrid is a fire genasi bard, hope is a white tiefling divination wizard. both are of the noble background.

torrid is the daughter and only child of ember and damon sinclair, a fire genasi woman and a human man. they were a political marriage and, though they didn’t have a marriage based on love, were a powerful alliance. they raised their daughter to be strong independently with the knowledge that she would one day be married to another family’s heir to forge a political alliance. she was always fierce and still reserved, a gifted diplomat. torrid went to parties and other events of importance with her parents from a young age. it was at one of these events that she first met hope.

hope is the eldest daughter of euphoria and ralcius, both also white tieflings. she was the first child they were able to have after a great many failures to produce an heir. after hope, they had two other daughters, velkaria and anisolis. hope was a sick child, one such illness claiming the sight in one of her eyes.

torrid and hope knew they would not be allowed together, both being noblewomen destined to marry men of their parents’ choosing, but they stole what time they could. they would duck out of parties, walk the courtyards together, enjoy their little moments of peace away from duties and family.

it didn’t last. they were found out eventually, hope’s parents deciding to put a swift end to it. she was quickly engaged, set to be married off to a man she did not know.

torrid wanted to run away with her, leave their lives behind and start anew, free to love each other, free to be together.

but hope was a dutiful daughter. she would do as her parents wished.

the sinclairs attended the wedding. it would be improper were they to decline the invitation. so torrid sat, trapped between her parents, as the woman she loved was walked down the aisle to a stranger.

ember gripped her daughter’s wrist tight as the officiate asked for any objections. she would not tolerate her daughter giving in to impulsiveness and disgracing their family. so torrid held her tongue.

still, as hope kissed her new husband, torrid could stay and watch no longer. she wrenched her arm away from her mother and stood, storming out with tears in her eyes.

they didn’t see each other again.

character time!

alrighty, so, this is not for the campaign i’m building. this is one of my player characters that i didn’t get to use much because that group fell apart. (scheduling is real hard, my dudes. the struggle is real.) she’s a tiefling bard.

this is phelia. she is the only child of lord arxus, a viscount, and was raised with the knowledge that her father would someday marry her off for political gain. this never sat well with her, but she knew it was her duty. fast-learning and clever, phelia had a tongue like a whip and was a quick study. music and storytelling were her specialties, though she was also quite adept at diplomacy and swordplay. she was well-behaved, the picture of nobility, the perfect daughter. and then the day came. her father told her she was to be married, he had promised her hand to an elven earl that she had never met.

she wasn’t ready. so she ran.

she cut her hair and fled from her home. she took a coin purse and a sword, bought herself new clothes, and caught a ride out of town.

her father put out a reward for her return. she was both his child and his most valuable political asset, he wanted her back. as she adventured, she had to avoid suspicion, avoid capture. even her party couldn’t know who she truly was.

(now we get into sideplot i had planned out with the dm but didn’t actually get to have happen.)

eventually, phelia was found out and brought back home. she tried to fight against her father, but in the end, it was her duty to marry the man of his choosing.

still, this wasn’t the end. no, she was to do her duty, marry lord ronan, but the wedding was interrupted. one of the enemies from her time adventuring came bursting in, taking down guard after guard. they knew those little adventurers that had been causing so many issues would be here, easy to take care of. phelia grabbed one of the fallen guards’ swords and engaged. the rest of the party was quick to join, but it was she who got the killing blow.

battered and soaked in blood that was not her own, sword still held firm, phelia stared down her father. she would not marry. not today. not this man. she would choose her own partner. and this was final.

her father could not argue. and so, lord arxus let his daughter go. phelia was free.

a little bit on oliver

because i’m thinking of him now, y’all get to know about my bastard of a character.

so, i made him with no class in mind, he ended up as a bard because he seemed the type.

he is a bard only because he would not be any other class,

fighter, monk, or barbarian? not too keen on fighting, really warlock, paladin, or cleric? bold of you to assume this man has anything but scorn for the gods druid? no respect for nature ranger? he’s not a coward wizard? not a nerd rogue? see ranger sorcerer? maybe but he’s just not the type

so this mans, this bastard, he’s a bard. he’s a bard with the noble background.

now, a lot of folks would ask “hey, pidge, what’s this dude’s backstory? there’s gotta be something juicy in there, right?”

well, usually they’d be right.

not with oliver.

no, his backstory is that he was born into a really rich family, was the only child and got spoiled beyond belief, spent much of his young adulthood drinking and smoking and sleeping with pretty much anyone he deemed beautiful enough. the biggest tragedy of his life was when his body started failing and he started replacing bits and pieces. eventually he decided to just go full skeleton because he was being held together by magic anyway and wanted to show the world how clever he was to evade death.

but pidge, hasn’t he ever been in love? what about his parents? surely he has some sort of depth!

nope. he hasn’t really been in love (i don’t think, i’m giving him a little extra something for this next campaign because my character secret for the last one was revealed at the end) and he wasn’t too distraught when his parents passed because he’s a bastard who cares only about himself. he doesn’t have any real compassion for others, he only helps out of boredom, and is a terrible narcissist. he has one personality trait and that is bastard.

if you wanna know more about my bastard rat man, or any other character i’ve made, please shoot me an ask or a message. i love talking about my idiot children.